Katsaridaphobia: A Definition & Fear Of Cockroaches
Katsaridaphobia. A long, almost unpronounceable word whose meaning fills some (including me) with fear and dread. The fear of cockroaches.
The reason for writing this hub is not under the best circumstances.. it's 1am on a now Sunday morning and in 6 hours I should be awake to attend Sunday mass. Instead, I'm wide awake and shaking. I even feel like crying.
Let's go back to the beginning.. Since Tuesday my town, Gisborne, located on the eastern coast of the North Island, has been suffering (and yes it IS suffering) from extremely hot conditions.. Temperatures soar well into the 30s and quite frankly, I'd like to live in my freezer! Anyway, it was 12:40am and so hot that if you happened to spit on the ground, you could even watch it fizzle. Now I'm lying half asleep on top of my bed and suddenly this thing moves on my foot. In a daze, I whack it off of my foot and onto the ground. Then I decide to see what I hit. As I switched on the light, I had to suppress my screaming.
There on the floor, running around like a chicken with no head, was this huge, disgusting cockroach!! My first instinct was to scream. Naturally. Since moving to New Zealand, the only thing more terrifying than the white tailed spiders is the size of their cockroaches.
And so, after staring for perhaps ten seconds (and by now this 'roach disappeared into a corner of my room by the bookshelf), I tailgated out of my room and into the kitchen in search of bug spray. Nothing. Sighing, I went into the passage and there stood my lifeline on the table. I picked it up and jumped onto my bed.
And so the disgusting thing came back into view and that's when I gave it my all, blasting it with spray.. I think the can is pretty empty now but I still didn't feel better. I still wanted to cry over this thing invading my privacy. Normally I have a rock that I call Zen that keeps my door open. Zen is a pretty oval rock and rather heavy. So I picked Zen up and thud , it landed on the vile 'roach.
As it stands right now, it's 1:13am and I don't even want to lift Zen up and take a peek. In fact, I'm not even contemplating going back to bed. This incident has me so freaked out that sleep is the furthest thing from my mind and lately, I haven't gotten much of it in this heat.
Now, about cockroaches.. they love warm places, moist places and places where it's dark. The ironic part about this is the roach that's here is the name of my town, Gisborne. Enough to make me laugh if I didn't just encounter the thing. They want places close to food and water too. They can survive in the most extreme of weather (which is why they want my room; it's like an oven in this heat) and can withstand more than 2000 times the amount of radiation than humans and yet they adapt to conditions easily. As my friend would say they're bakas (idiots).
A female roach produces 3 or 4 egg capsules which contain about 30 eggs in her lifetime. Eew. So they're going to outlive us. Freaks.. By now I'm sure my audience can see my dislike for these creatures.They come from the family Blatella germanica which means "The Ultimate Survivor". Sigh, I mean they even look like their ancestors.
Apparently one of the only ways to overcome the phobia of cockroaches is by exposure. You'd be shown cockroaches which simulate the fear and anxiety ( all you have to do is show me a baby now and I'll run to the hills screaming) and exposure lasts until the anxiety and fear decreases. Now personally, that's torture. And cruel. And evil. But if it works, good luck to those who try it!